As if reacting to the change in Lyle’s voice, Cabal’s eyes narrowed. His face and body tensed. “I am not leaving this room until you are dead on the floor and the psychic is in my grip.”
“Then you will not be leaving this room,” Lyle said.
Cabal laughed. To Lyle, it was a sound that was far more nervous than it was amused. Had the vampire not been expecting a fight? Did he really believe that Lyle would roll over and let it all play out without offering resistance? Is that what Arius had told him?
Then he was lied to.
“What do you think you’ll do, Wolf?” Cabal leered and his tongue flicked out to wet a fang. “It is not a full moon. Today you are just a boy.”
“Then you know very little about wolves,” Lyle said. A tingle broke out in both arms and down both legs. His fingers clenched an
